Five hundred and ninetieth chapters into the temple allocation
boom!
A figure flew from the mountains, fell from the sky with a stream of light, and landed steadily in the center of the square.
The person who came was wearing a white robe, with a handsome face, and a strong aura, filled with a touch of holy meaning.
The crowd suddenly fell silent.
"First of all, congratulations to all the junior brothers for successfully passing the level. Now you are the disciples of the Fourth Hall of Shenwu Hall." The young man glanced at him, with a hearty smile on his face, and his calm voice reached everyone's ears.
Everyone looked at the young man with excitement.
"The fourth hall of Shenwu Palace has another name, called Tianjiao Palace. Anyone who enters the hall is a genius among men."
"In the Fourth Hall, all warriors are divided into many small teams, each team has three or five people. Next, the captain of each team selects the team members. After joining the team, the team members will familiarize you with the rules of the Fourth Hall, etc."
After the young man finished speaking, figures swept into the square from a distance, each figure carrying a tyrannical aura.
In an instant, the huge square of thousands of feet was filled with holy will, which was terrifying.
A young man in white clothes entered the scene, and there were also people in gold clothes, which made many geniuses look in awe.
"All the white-robed people are semi-saints, and the golden-robed ones should be the real saints, good fellow." Looking at the dozens of young people who appeared in an instant, Chen Ling was secretly speechless.
He could guess that these were only some of the disciples of the Fourth Hall.
The entire fourth hall is probably dozens of times larger than the number in front of you.
What about the entire Shenwu Temple?
"The disciples of Shenwu Temple are dressed in white when they become saints, they are in gold when they become saints, and the Great Sage is in purple. There are more than a dozen powerful people who have become saints." Chen Yan knew more about Shenwu Temple and saw this scene.
I couldn't help but exclaimed.
"However, if we were to choose a team, given the strength of Chen Yan and I... I wonder if they would choose us." Chu Yunbi suddenly smiled bitterly.
Chen Yan was stunned for a moment, then patted his head and couldn't help but sigh.
Chen Ling was also startled, this was indeed a problem.
Martial Lord is high-level, Martial Lord is perfect, but his strength is really a bit weak.
"The team also has strengths and weaknesses, and there will definitely be someone to belong to." Chen Ling comforted.
"I hope so."
While the three of them were talking, the disciples of the Fourth Hall had already begun their selection.
"I am the vice-captain of the Chilin squad, junior brother. Our captain is the nineteenth on the list of geniuses. Come to our squad."
"I am willing, thank you senior brother."
"very good."
"Junior brother, come to our Tianlei team."
"Junior brother, I am the captain of the Star Team and the sixteenth on the list of geniuses. You deserve it."
"Junior brother, come to our Jiufeng team."
…
The sound was chaotic, but the crowd was orderly.
Many disciples identified everyone one by one and then selected team members.
"Um?"
Chen Ling stood behind the crowd and was suddenly startled.
Wen Lanqi actually walked directly towards a golden-robed disciple. The two seemed to know each other. After chatting for a while, they stood directly behind him.
After being suspicious, Chen Ling quickly understood.
After Wen Lanqi, he also saw two semi-saints who seemed to be acquainted with one of the golden-robed disciples and directly entered their team.
"I don't know which team will come to find me." Chen Ling was vaguely looking forward to it.
He stood at the back, but no one noticed him for a while.
A disciple in white suddenly walked over.
"Junior brother, come to our team." The young man in white looked at Chen Ling and said with a smile.
"Haha, Chu Mang, his name is Chen Ling, do you dare to recruit him into the team?" Before Chen Ling could react, a laugh came.
The expression of the young man in white suddenly changed.
"Chen Ling? Are you Dongzhou Chen Ling?"
Chen Ling's pupils shrank, he turned toward the person, and his brows suddenly furrowed.
The visitor was dressed in golden clothes, which represented his cultivation level at the saint level, and Wen Lanqi was following behind him.
"I am Chen Ling." He looked a little ugly.
"Sorry." The young man in white glanced at the young man in gold, smiled awkwardly at Chen Ling, turned around and left.
"Chen Ling, let me introduce to you. This is the captain of the Tiangang team, senior brother Ouyang Hong." Wen Lanqi grinned from behind.
But in Chen Ling's eyes, that smile was eccentric.
"I wonder what Senior Brother Ouyang does?" Chen Ling took a deep breath and stared at Ouyang Hong in front of him.
It has to be said that he felt a huge pressure when facing the young man in gold in front of him.
Enter the holy level.
"Join the Tiangang team." Ouyang Hong said calmly.
Chen Ling narrowed his eyes and glanced at Wen Lanqi, his expression a little ugly.
"Chen Ling, you are not planning to reject Senior Brother Ouyang, are you?" Seeing Chen Ling's hesitation, Wen Lanqi said with a joking smile.
Oh shit.
Chen Ling had the urge to beat Wen Lanqi to death.
This guy is so insidious.
Moreover, he felt that Ouyang Hong was probably not a good person.
But if you really join this team, you'll be stepping into a tiger's mouth.
Gritting his teeth, Chen Ling said: "Senior Brother Ouyang, I'm sorry, I refuse."
Ouyang Hong's pupils shrank and his face turned cold. Chen Ling felt the pressure doubled.
"I'm giving you a chance to think about it." Ouyang Hong's voice turned cold instantly.
"I refuse." Chen Ling said word by word.
hiss!
The surroundings suddenly became quiet.
Looking at Chen Ling, one after another took a breath.
"Is he Chen Ling? This name has been very popular recently. It's a pity that the Half-Saint from Dongzhou offended Qin Yuan."
"This kid is really looking for death. He rejected Ouyang Hong in person. Ouyang Hong is the tenth on the list of geniuses."
"Tsk, tsk, this kid is more courageous than I thought. I'm afraid he will be unlucky after entering the palace. I don't know how long he can live."
…
Ouyang Hong's face was ashen and he stared at Chen Ling coldly: "Boy, no team in the Fourth Hall will want you."
As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around and left, his expression gloomy and scary.
Everyone around looked at each other.
Ouyang Hong's words seemed to have destined Chen Ling's fate. Most of them were extremely pitiful, and most of them were gloating about his misfortune.
Chen Yan and Chu Yunbi's faces turned pale, and they looked at Chen Ling with extremely complicated expressions.
"Don't you dare to ask for me if you don't have a team? Then it doesn't matter if I'm alone." Chen Ling looked at the many Fourth Hall disciples around him and clenched his fist tightly.
"I like bold people. Are you interested in joining my team?" A young man in gold clothes suddenly walked over.
"What?"
The crowd was shocked.
Even the newcomers can see that Ouyang Hong is powerful and not many people dare to provoke him with so many people.
Ouyang Hong just said that no team dared to ask for him, and now he wants Chen Ling personally?
The face was slapped.
Ouyang Hong suddenly turned around and looked.
"Yang Xuan, no wonder. Yang Xuan and Ouyang Hong are sworn enemies, and he is a lone ranger in the palace. He is the only one who dares to do this."
"Yang Xuan, what do you mean?" Ouyang Hong shouted coldly
The young man in golden clothes grinned and said, "Ouyang Hong, why does this fourth palace have to listen to you?"
Ouyang Hong's face was filled with chills and he said ferociously: "Yang Xuan, just wait for me."
"Okay." Yang Xuan spread his hands and looked at Ouyang Hong sarcastically.
"Walk."
Ouyang Hong was disgraced, glared at Yang Xuan with gritted teeth, and left angrily.
"Hey, I'm the vice-captain of the Hong Slayer Team, boy, are you interested?"
Yang Xuan looked back at Chen Lingdao. (To be continued)